Off Da Top (3am)

It's 3am West Coast time nigga

We at Fat Burger

Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers, nigga

Know what I'm talking about? Ay

She pussy popping pocket watching

They call her a thot

Bad credit cash it out

Fresh up off the lot

No back and forth yipping yapping

Niggas getting shot

10 million, 20 acres

That's the new spot

Flooded out my crib and

Told my jeweller you the illest

Reneg on my contract

Told my label I don't feel it

Fell out with my partner

He mixed friendship with our business

Broke up with my bitch

'Cuz she was too much in her feelings

I may fuck her friend

Fuck it I may fuck her friend

Between me and you

I always wanted to fuck her friend

If I kill a hater

Lord you gotta forgive my sins

That's one fuck nigga you ain't gotta worry about again

I'm forever thuggin' I ain't never changed

In plain colors but forever banging

Blowing money but I'm maintaining

Blowing money but I'm maintaining

I got a gambling problem but money can't really solve it

Trying to help all the real niggas

Hate to see a nigga starving

Hate to see nigga robbing they own people shit, disloyal

Bitch trying to give me the pussy for a Birkin bag

I can't afford you

I grew listening to 2pac and that Biggie

Jay-z and that Nas

No gimmick rappers niggas these rappers had bars

Back when record labels turned real niggas into stars, and

Sending niggas to Mars, and

Nowadays the game done got hard

You get shot that make you hot

But where I'm from that make you start

Before I be a pussy I'd rather rapper had the balls

I throw me some guns

Get myself a charge

Never see me do that

I came too far to look back

I did too much to get here

20 mil in one year

100 grand in one night

50k in one flight

I've been trapping my whole life

Ain't no secret I be thuggin'

Ain't no secret I be hustlin'

Picking loyalty over money

Money orders to my homies

Groupie bitches be all on me

Leave your phones at the door

You won't put me on no blog

Once I fuck you gotta go

3am ain't nothing open but IHOP

And a bitch legs, and my trap spot

I said 3am I'm trapping at the IHOP

And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot

I'm a grower we don't do droughts

Birds in the sky we call them iClouds

You know the birds fly down south

I took a bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's

I met the plug at Benihanah

On hibachi grills eating rice and talking numbers

I don't do no middle men

And I don't trust no runners

I'ma pay on time and I won't never take you under

I'm an OG dope boy

I ain't nothing like these youngins

I don't take the dope I'm selling

I won't ever do no telling

Overnight my pack, yeah, we call that FedEx

I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talking UPS